"No. Go bang your whore some more," Edward snapped. He sank down in his chair and rested his broken hand gently on the arm of the wing backed seat. He wasn't in the mood for games. That bitch had ratted on him, sicced Heros on him nonetheless and she wasn't even in trouble! What kind of messed up shit was that?
She deserved to be locked up and beaten. Or dead. He preferred death for her, of course. But now that she was Scarecrow's bang puppet she was alive and happy.
Eddie threw something at the wall and it shattered. He was furious.